Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 4 - Listen

The following day, during our creative writing class, my teacher greeted me with a warm smile as I walked into the room.

"Oh, Miss L/N, how's the book coming along?" he inquired, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity and encouragement.

"Well, it's a work in progress," I replied with a sigh, my voice carrying the weight of recent disappointments. "I got rejected again."

My teacher's expression remained empathetic but resolute. "Like I've always said, your writing has to come from within," he reminded me, his words carrying a note of wisdom earned through years of experience.

I took my seat, hoping to find solace in the upcoming class. However, just as I settled in, my phone buzzed with a notification, further complicating the swirling emotions within me.

Creep

My love, how has your day been?

Me

Why do you do this?

Creep

I'm sorry if i went overboard last

time with the roses, but don't

ever block me again

Me

Or what?

Creep

Do you like your writing teacher?

I drew in a deep breath, tucking my phone away, and turned my attention to the front of the classroom. The teacher began her lesson, her words resonating with a sense of gravitas that demanded our full attention.

"So, I've always said that your writing has to come from within," she began, her eyes scanning the room with a thoughtful gaze.

"To write about what truly moves you. Most people tend to gravitate towards the best moments in life—the first time they fell in love, their initial bike ride without training wheels. But very rarely do I see students explore the darkest corners of their experiences—their last heartbreak, their first bone-crushing defeat."

I sat up, intrigued by the unexpected departure from her usual lectures. It was as if she was challenging us to delve deeper into our own fears and vulnerabilities.

"Today, I want you to dig deep," she continued, her voice carrying an almost mystical weight. "Find that thing that makes your heart race with fear, the thing that keeps you up at night, and build a story around it."

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, we were dismissed with a clear task ahead.

"Your assignments are due in a month," she reminded us, her words lingering in the air as we gathered our belongings.

I met up with my friends in the bustling cafeteria, the clatter of trays and lively chatter surrounding us. I skipped eating lunch like usual because I just didn't have the money. I needed the comfort of their company to dilute the lingering unease from the day's unsettling turn of events.

"And it got worse," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper, as though the very mention of it might summon the impending storm.

The group leaned in, their curiosity piqued, their faces a mix of concern and intrigue. Jess, engrossed in her salad, paused mid-bite, while Mark and Sarah exchanged anxious glances.

"How so?" Jess finally asked, her curiosity overriding her appetite as she looked up from her plate, her eyes fixed on mine.

I took a deep breath, trying to find the words to convey the weight of the situation. "I got paired up for tutoring with him."

A collective hush fell over the table, my friends sharing my apprehension. The nameless dread that had been looming over me since the fateful encounter with "the Devil" now cast its ominous shadow over all of us, and the future suddenly seemed uncertain and foreboding.

"No way" mel said, dropping her fork

"I asked him about the jacket thing and he was all like water under the bridge, you cant tell me that doesn't sound like he isn't plotting my death"

"Wow, calm down, the dudes rich he probably has a thousand of those stupid jackets" she said

"Yeah, yeah, and speak of the devil"

"And he shall appear," Mel finished, a sly grin curving her lips as she turned around to spot him, flanked by his group of friends, with Damon being his closest companion.

"Lord, that man is fine," Mel remarked, her gaze locked onto Damon.

"Girl, he chased someone down and humiliated them in front of the entire school on the first day," I reminded her, my tone filled with caution.

"But he's fine," Mel insisted, her infatuation evident in her dreamy expression.

"Ain't no getting through to her," Jess chimed in, amusement lacing her words. "She saw tattoos and that tall frame, and that was all it took."

"The way I would let that man—" Mel started, her voice trailing off into suggestive territory.

"Mel, girl, control yourself," Jess admonished with a chuckle.

I momentarily looked up from our conversation and found myself locking eyes with the enigmatic figure known as the Devil. He held my gaze for a brief moment before returning his attention to his friend, but a shiver ran down my spine.

"You know, there's something I've been meaning to tell you guys," I began, sensing the gravity of the moment.

All eyes turned to me, the atmosphere growing serious as they detected the urgency in my voice.

"Y/n, is everything okay?" Jess inquired with concern.